affame_le_geant_amplified_danger fyn gula the journey continued along the bianca strada, blindly moving towards the lair of proina. although saumboo, determined to prove he was capable and independant of the "help" feignez was offering, overdid it and suffered a gnarly fall. nasty brushburns formed along the undersides of both of his arms and he tore a hole in the knee of his dolce and gabanna striped pants to the skin. it bled a red spot on a white stripe. puppertwinkle could only think of a peppermint twist. feignez flew to where saumboo lay along the belguim block portion of the road. "are you ok?" she asked. her tone was far from compassionate, more like disappointed, as if she hoped his injuries were even more serious. anything that would get the attention removed from frau werzenwozen's potential to speak forth her rage was what feignez hoped for. "sorry i have failed your hopeful expectations of my demise," saumboo said, blowing on his wounds and carefully brushing away the pebbles and dirt. he got up to his feet, dusted off his pants and began pulling the cart again. puppertwinkle, who had offered saop, water, and bandages, climbed back in the driver's seat. he was feeling a bit guilty about saumboo's fall, even though it was caused from a block slightly raised higher than the others. and so, the sun set on that first day of saumboo's determination. just as puppertwinkle began to prepare dinner, a strange amplified noise could be heard in the approaching distance, yet still very far away, like a thunderstorm when one has ample time to prepare for its arrival. it was the sound of beating wings slowly overpowered by insidious buzzing. "what the fuck?" saumboo asked, expressing his curious alarm. puppertwinkle barked, a mixture of fear and protection. feignez was frightened as well for she recognized the noise as the approach of birds requested from the messenger dove to aid saumboo in pulling the cart, but the other sound could only mean one thing. and it was not good. she shot herself like an arrow into the fading light, flew a considerable distance upwards and discovered her anxious assumptions were correct. still a good half hour away, the portuguese rescue squad, a collection of cranes, heron, and a couple parrots were being chased by an angry swarmarmy of boffdenbees. each one holding a megaphone and cursing like drunken sailors. realizing she had only 2o to 25 minutes before all hell broke loose over the wooden cart, feignez hurried back to the travelers, racking her wearied brain for a plan of escape. however, when she returned and alighted back upon the boards of the cart. she was horrified by what she found... 020706 what's it to you? who go blather from